Thursday, 17 December 2015

Perhaps Love (put a question mark here, if necessary)



Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm

It exists to give you comfort

It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home



Perhaps love is like a window

Perhaps an open door

It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through



Oh, love to some is like a cloud

To some as strong as steel

For some a way of living
For some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know



Perhaps love is like the ocean

Full of conflict, full of pain

Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you

(Perhaps Love Lyrics, by John Denver - 1982)

See me again, AJ, in here!I've been busying lately with studytour-thingy, which is irritating me. Well, I'm not that well-prepared yet excited student who is so eager toward this studytour. I haven't even packed my stuffs yet. (Laughs) 

And I accidentally found this song in youtube. And, wow! I got the goosebumps after listening to this, and read the lyrics. 

It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
That's perplexingly true. Love gives you comfort and warm as well. I feel that too, I don't find my self insecure when love is around me. I feel my self at ease. I do my activities happily when I know that love awaits me home. 
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know
I do really love the lyrics above. Some say love is holding on, and some say letting go. Tell me I'm overreacted but I feel like I want to cry after listening to this. For me, love is holding on, yet letting go. We can't force love, no?

Well, speaking of love. 
What is love?
What is the actual meaning of love?
Love that everyone talks about?
Love that makes a 15 year old cry in the midnight?
Love that makes a person can be so vulnerable?
Love that fills a girl's stomach full of butterflies?

Love. For me, love is only a verb without any action. Love, is such a verb that contains any emotions. Love, is a word that we could replace it with any emojis on whatsapp. Love, is such a strong word. Like saying 'Voldemort' in Harry Potter, we couldn't say love bluntly. 

But, have you ever thought that, actually, love is simple. Love is elastic. Love is dinamyc. 

Love is, 
When mother fought with the morning sickness caused by us in the first three months.
And she would never say to us, "You have to pay a hundred dollar in substitute of my morning sickness then."

Love is,
When mother brought us to this universe, without saying "You have no idea how much I struggled when I was delivering you. It was painful as hell."

Love is,
When father came home late because he worked overtime after knowing that education fee is utterly expensive. And he didn't say anything but kissed our sleeping forehead instead. 

Love is not always about the boys. 

Well, honestly speaking, the boys matter most. They cause us--girls-- to stay up late, waiting for their text so that we could sleep with a smile. They cause us to sacrifice our study time, hanging out till late. They make us cry a river at 2 am. The pain caused by the boys, the scare left by them, they're still here. Locked tightly inside our heart.

Ugh, that's horrifying. I automatically began to recall the memories. People whom I once knew so well. 

So, we should realize that love is not always about the boys. Like my previous post, we could find love everywhere. Don't think too much about the boys (me saying to my self).

Love is the most awesome feeling.
No? 


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